Godwin plied his spurs and Masouda her whip, although with little hope, for they knew that the end was near.

Down the last declivity they rushed, till suddenly, as they reached its foot, Masouda's horse reeled, stopped, and sank to the ground, while Godwin's pulled up beside it.
"Ride on!" he cried to Rosamund and Wulf in front; but they would not.

He stormed at them, but they replied: "Nay, we will die together." Masouda looked at the horses Flame and Smoke, which seemed but little troubled.
"So be it," she said; "they have carried double before, and must again.

Mount in front of the lady, Sir Godwin; and, Sir Wulf, give me your hand, and you will learn what this breed can do." So they mounted.

Forward started Flame and Smoke with a long, swinging gallop, while from the Assassins above, who thought that they held them, went up a shout of rage and wonder.
"Their horses are also tired, and we may beat them yet," called the dauntless Masouda.